May 6th, 1895 — Ministry of Magic Lift

Desi whistled to himself as he made his way down the corridor towards one of the lifts. He settled in and found the other occupant to be Adam McKinnon. "McKinnon! I see you were not a tragic victim of the Pixies incident," he teased lightly. He wondered if the Beast division had to handle that or if it had fallen fully under the pest advisory bureaus jurisdiction. Either way, it had been kind of hilarious.

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Adam McKinnon

  

Things in the Beast Division were always busy, it seemed, though Adam often mused that especially dramatic events happened in clusters. There'd been the business with the pixies, and then last week there'd been a Doxy infestation that had taken several members of his department to take care of. And this morning, as if to prove large creatures could be pests, too, some fool had taken an interest in keeping exotic magical creatures and he'd had to rehome a "miniature" occamy that, surprise surprise, had turned out to be full sized. Because of course.

Stepping onto the lift--and hoping there would be at least a light reprieve waiting for him in his office--Adam chuckled at Morgan's question. "I wish it was only the pixies," he said. "Never a dull moment around here."

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"Did something else happen besides what happened in the atrium?" Desi asked curiously. He'd had a pleasantly slow day of it. Though that was probably because he was the Head of his division so mostly delegated people. But even with that, it had been slow. Aside from Robins being flocked by spectral birds again, anyway.

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"It has been one of those weeks," Adam said by way of explanation. He shook his head. "And we are down a man because [Name] had a bad reaction to a particularly nasty doxy bite." He winced. At least the poor fellow seemed to be on the mend, according to the healers. Still, there were always some kind of complications in this job.

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Desi clicked his tongue sympathetically. "One of those days when you wish you weren't the one in charge, huh?" He got those days himself but he also didn't put particularly much work into what he did. Oh, he did his duties but sometimes he spent his day sending asinine memos or letters to his friends.

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Adam chuckled. "Exactly. It always looked simpler when it was someone else's problem." He was mostly kidding, of course. He mostly hadn't realized how much paperwork was involved, really. "Things calmer over in Spirit Division, I hope?"

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Desi chuckled before shrugging his shoulders. "Can't complain though poltergeists are always a headache." Though these days, he mostly delegated unless a case sounded especially fun and juicy. Perks of being the boss.

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Adam snorted. "I'm not sure I'm desperate enough yet to envy you the poltergeists," he said. Though he couldn't say they didn't make life interesting, for a certain definition of the word.

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"They're a chaotic lot which makes sense, I suppose. Born from chaos and all that," Desi said with a chuckle. "Oh! And some of the spirits have taken to trying to romance Living." Even he had been hit on by a spectral debutante that had died around the time his grandparents had been born. Bizarre, flattering and amusing, really.

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